I have been a little more down lately and struggling with more anxiety due to these anniversaries of the bad stuff that happened with my oldT.
Last year's birthday I spent in horrendous pain and fear. I spent the morning sobbing uncontrollably because the day before my T rejected a very heartfelt gift I gave him, made fun of it, yelled at me "how do you think this makes me feel?" and scared me so badly about going to see another T. That I was "too much" for him to handle and I needed a trauma T. How he didn't want to deal with me outside of session. That was the day before my birthday. On my birthday I did not go to work. I cried and cried and in the middle of this he called me to check in. He insisted I go see him because I was "unsafe" (his words). So I did. We talked and I cried more... for an hour and a half. He was finally satisfied that I was okay and "safe" and he let me go home. He gave me a small food gift for my birthday but I was too scared and miserable to even take that in.
This was in contrast to the year before birthday when I was so so happy. Doing so well in therapy and growing and healing and feeling attuned. I brought donuts to our session and a book that I was reading (fiction) and wanted to share with him as it resonated with me in regard to my childhood. So we munched on donuts and I read to him and we discussed it and how I was now doing and how far I'd come and how strong I was etc. At the end of that session my oldT gave me a really strong hug. The first time he ever hugged me. I didn't even have to ask. It was the most amazing feeling ever and I floated for days and weeks even with that hug. And yes we discussed it in a later session and then I would occassionally ask for hugs after some sessions.
Two years later... I have been abandoned and traumatized, am struggling with depression and grief and loss and seeing a totally different T. I would never have believed this would happen to me. I feel like my birthday is cursed and damned. I sit here and my son and dh are being so nice but my sister is angry with me over something stupid from last week when I saw her and she took back her gifts and has not spokent to me since.
I am going out to dinner tonight but I rather crawl into a hole and just disappear. There will never be anything happy about my birthday ever again. It will only be a day to remember what I lost and how much pain I have suffered on days that happened to be my birthday.
TN